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green-fifteen · 2 months

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Day 8: Slow Blink

Prompt: Smile Fandom: The Witcher (TV) Pairing: Geralt & Jaskier Summary: Jaskier discovers something interesting about his companion. Word count: 1,404 read on ao3 instead

written for @fluffyfebruary

Jaskier had been traveling with Geralt for four years when he finally learned something absolutely fundamental about his friend. The witcher might disagree, but to Jaskier this was the most important discovery he'd made since he'd found the man himself.

It was a hot day and they were stuck in mud up to their ankles, trudging through some hovel right at the edge of a wide river.

"Why are we here, Geralt?" Jaskier had whined, lifting his hat to wipe the sweat from his brow. His companion had only grunted and walked on. "Geralt. Geralt! You know, I'm sure Roach would have a thing or two to say about you dragging her through this mire. We could catch a disease! What if we all get a parasite! And for what!"

He looked over at the horse in question to see what she thought of the situation, but Geralt moved in front of him to feed her a treat from the saddlebag.

"Roach is fine," he said. She did look fine-- crunching down on the hard, rooty end of a carrot and somehow making it through the mud like it was water instead of awful sludge that was trying to take Jaskier's shoes off his feet every time he took a step. He stopped walking, overheated and annoyed.

"That's it!" he cried. "I'm finding an inn--" he looked around at the sad little huts and gardens. "--or a tree stump, or somewhere I can go and wait for you to come back. This is ridiculous."

Geralt looked at him and said, "Okay," and gave him a look that clearly meant, Why should I care? It would be hurtful if Jaskier hadn't spent so much time with him. Geralt never wanted him to come with him on Witcher business. By now the bard was good at convincing himself it was solely because Geralt cared so much for his health and well-being.

Rolling his eyes, Jaskier made to turn around and stride away, forgetting for a moment that his shoes were firmly stuck in mud. He felt his bag drop first as he flailed his arms to steady his balance, and then he was tipping backwards as if in slow motion, gazing up at the unfairly blue sky as he finally landed on the ground. His lovely linen shirt squelched into the ground as his legs bent at the knee, his shoes still planted.

Roach stepped away, alarmed. Geralt patted her side reassuringly while his gaze was on Jaskier, who blearily noted how fetching his yellow eyes looked against the summer sky. As he watched, the witcher closed his eyes and opened them again, too long to be a blink but too short to be anything else.

Furrowing his brow, Jaskier stuck out an arm to Geralt, who sighed but heaved him out of the mud. His clothes and shoes left the ground with an awful sucking noise.

Subtly, he watched the witcher's face as he dragged himself back into order, wiping mud from his elbows and the backside of his satchel. After a few seconds, Geralt blinked, short and unremarkable. Jaskier was tempted to call it a fluke-- after all, blinking slightly longer than usual could mean anything, or nothing at all. On top of that, the bard was frustrated with Geralt, covered in mud, and wanted nothing more than to strip all his clothes off and plunge into a cold bath.

He simply said, "Right, well. I'll see you when you're finished, I assume." He tried to be subtle as he took Roach's sack of treats from the saddlebag, but it didn't work. The horse nosed at him and the witcher tilted his head and frowned even deeper.

"So you both come back," he quipped, trying to sound like he was joking even though he wasn't. "I'll just be taking this with me on my quest to find suitable lodgings. Don't be out too late, dear." He stuffed the sack into his own bag and carefully marched away.

Two days later, Geralt came back to the little riverside town, smelling truly awful and with the head of some hideous swamp-thing strapped to his saddle. Jaskier had been fortunate enough to find an old, unused stable and made himself a nice little bed out of smelly hay. He hadn't felt inspired to play (he wasn't sure anyone there would be able to pay him for the privilege) so he worked on composing new songs instead as he waited for the witcher to return.

When he did, Jaskier didn't notice at first, too busy staring into the distance and counting off lines of metered verse. He was sitting on a boulder on the riverbank with one foot on the ground and the other propped up on his seat. He had nothing with him but his lute and his leather-bound notebook.

He jumped when he felt something shove his shoulder. Roach was behind him, Geralt looming above on her back. He sprang to his feet.

"Geralt! The Lady Roach!" he said, then stopped. "What is that smell?"

Before Geralt could answer (or, more likely, not answer), Roach pushed him again with her nose. Then she pushed him again and he stumbled to keep his balance.

Geralt made a noise that might have been a sigh. "Where are her carrots, bard?"

Jaskier was trying to pet the horse into submission but she wasn't interested in being mollified and began to nose her way into his jacket.

"Is that what this is about? I have her little bag in the stable just there--," his voice cut off with a warble as Roach took a step forward, shoving Jaskier along with her, and he lost his battle to stay upright. For the second time in three days, Jaskier watched the earth turn to sky in front of his eyes as he fell backward, this time directly into the river.

When he came up spluttering, he saw Roach pawing the ground and the witcher standing next to her and staring at him. When their eyes met, Jaskier glaring in disbelief, Geralt closed his eyes again in that same long blink as before. Then he turned his head to look at Roach and did it again at her.

Jaskier stood up and dripped, looking around at the river. The water was cool and relatively clear. "There isn't an inn here, Geralt," he said. "This is probably the best place to bathe for several miles." He did want to grumble a bit at the hair plastered to his face and the soaked feathers in his hat, but the water felt like heaven in the summer humidity.

"Also, I can smell you from here."

Geralt huffed and looked away, but he tied Roach to a log and undressed. As he waded into the water and felt the grime and sweat wash away from him, he did it again. One moment his face was hard as the steel of his sword and the next his whole expression seemed to soften and his eyes fell closed, then opened again.

Jaskier felt epiphany close over him. Oh. He was reminded of the cats his sister had kept growing up. Their nurse had told them to watch and listen whenever they could because not every creature used words like they could. Pay attention to everything else, she'd said, and you'll get the message anyway.

Jaskier was paying attention. He was paying the most attention. He thought he might have just made the discovery of his lifetime. Namely, that the witcher Geralt, White Wolf and the Butcher of Blaviken, smiled. Not only that, but he did it often.

After that, Jaskier was on the lookout for Geralt's peculiar little smile. Unfortunately, he saw it most often directed toward Roach or whenever Jaskier managed to embarrass himself somehow. It wasn't until they'd been traveling together nearly ten years that he started to see it more regularly even when he hadn't just fallen over a tree stump or ripped his trousers.

When they met that spring, Jaskier spotted him at the stables before Geralt had turned around.

"Geralt!" he shouted, joy making his limbs feel light. He had stopped resisting the urge to hug Geralt somewhere around their seventh year, so he didn't hesitate before throwing his arms around the witcher, who simply looked down at Jaskier and blinked, long and slow.

He couldn't wipe the beam from his face for days.

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liberacesghost · 1 year

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Day 13 -- Unready

warnings: suggestive themes but no smut or anything graphic

pairing: hotch x reader (no use of y/n); established relationship

word count: 332

a/n: lol i just wanna write some self indulgent smut but this will have to do until fluffy feb is over <33

“Stop it”, you admonish lightly. “We’re going to be late.”

You’ve been trying for at least 10 minutes to put your necklace on and failing miserably. Getting distracted by a certain Unit Chief who keeps coming up behind you to put his hands on your waist, or kiss your neck, or nibble your ear.

“Can’t help it”, he mumbles distractedly, lips pressed to the spot just below your ear. “Not when you look this good.” His lips continue their journey down your neck, onto your shoulder.

You can’t help but let out a sigh at the feeling of his lips on your skin. The soft love bites preventing you from doing anything else but focus on the sensation of his mouth on you.

“Aaron…”, you whine in a half-hearted attempt at scolding. This just makes his hands grip your hips tighter, pulling you flush against him; your back to his front. “I need to get ready.”

“I think we should just stay in”, he whispers into your ear, causing goosebumps to break out across your arms and heat pool in your belly. He kisses the other side of your neck, “I think we should get unready.”

“As much as I may want to”, you begin. Your arm reaches behind your head to run a hand through his hair, effectively keeping him in place. “You know we can’t.”

His strong hands slowly start to make their way up your torso, stopping at your ribcage, just below your chest. His thumbs gently rubbing back and forth making it extremely difficult to believe the words you just said.

“I know”, he murmurs regretfully, placing one more kiss to your shoulder before dropping his head to rest his chin on your shoulder. “But I thought I’d try.”

You turn around to face him, a grin spreading on your face. Standing on your toes to kiss his waiting mouth, arms circling his neck. You breathe out a light laugh, “A for effort”, before your lips find his.

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twinkinspector · 1 year

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you come home to shinsou asking the cat question after question with his brow furrowed and his mouth a harsh line.

"what's your problem?" meow. "are you upset with me?" meow. "why are you mad?" meow.

"toshi," you start, breaking his apparent concentration. "are you..."

"are you trying to brainwash the cat?"

#A;LSDKFJ #PLS #this has been haunting me #fluffy february #shinsourot but make it sfw

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a-go-ni-a · 1 year

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[ENG] Fluffyfebruary - Day 14 - El Fraude Electoral (The Electoral Fraud)

@fluffyfebruary

For the free prompt I’ve chosen to drawn a big event in Latin American history. On latino Tumblr it’s taking place the latino sexyman election. There was a pool to select Gomez Addams (who is called Homero in some countries) or Juan Carlos Bodoque, character from a chilean show called 31 minutos.

Bodoque was losing, no one approved it, even the host. So he claimed there was a electoral fraud, another pool was made and Bodoque won it. It was so funny.

[PT] Fluffyfebruary - Dia 14 - El Fraude Electoral (A Fraude Eleitoral)

Hoje era tema livre e resolvi desenhar um grande acontecimento na história latinoamericana. No tumblr latino tá rolando votação de sexyman latino. Em uma delas, a escolha era entre Gomez Addams (que se chama Homero em outros países) e Juan Carlos Bodoque, personagem de um programa de televisão chileno chamado 31 minutos.

O Bodoque estava perdendo, ninguém aceitava isso, inclusive o organizador. Então, ele alegou que houve fraude eleitoral e a votação foi refeita com a vitória esmagadora do Bodoque. Foi engraçado demais.

Edit: agora que vi que escrevi "problema" ou invés de "programa" kkkk

@latinotiktok gracias por el primer fraude

#fluffy february #lt's latinosexyman 2023 #31 minutos #juan carlos bodoque #the addams family #gomez addams #BRart #brazilian artist #tô desanimando pra desenhar não sei se vou fechar o mês #a.go.ni.a art

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writing-all-the-time-2 · 2 months

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@fluffyfebruary

Day 19 - Shadow

Fandom: Baldur's Gate 3

Pairing: Karlach x Reader

CW/TW: None

Word Count: 173

Summary: The party has made it to the Shadow Cursed Lands and you're struggling with the grim atmosphere, but Karlach is there to help.

The Shadow Cursed Lands were as miserable as we expected. Unfortunately, it was a necessary part of the journey and it seemed we would be here longer than anyone would have liked.

We set up camp for the night and even with the light from the fire, it still seemed so dark.

I sat on my bedroll, facing the fire, trying to ignore the surrounding shadows. It wasn't long before Karlach joined me.

"Everything alright, soldier?" She asked.

"Yeah, I'm alright. Just trying to deal with where we are," I said.

"Tell me about it," she said. "I know Halsin warned us, but I don't think anything could have prepared us for this."

"It's just so cold and dark here," I said. "I'll be glad when we can leave."

"Well, hey, look at it this way. I'm practically a walking heater and night light. I can keep you safe and warm until we move on," she said.

I looked at her and smiled.

"I don't know what I'd do without you," I said.

#fluffy february #fluffy february 2024 #baldur’s gate 3 #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 fanfiction #bg3 karlach #karlach x reader #x reader

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ishkabibblethings · 3 months

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Fluffy February #2- Eavesdropping

Suits / Marvey / Rated T

“Of course it’s bigger than mine- have you seen the man?” Mike had Jenny on a video chat while he was cooking dinner. Harvey was at his desk in the study and could just nearly make out the conversation from the kitchen. It had been mostly white noise until now.

“Oh that must be heaven,” Jenny sighed.

“I mean, it could be featured in a magazine or something,” Mike continued. Harvey may have rolled his desk chair closer to the door. He may also have slowly opened it a bit further. “It probably should be. It’s impressive and he’s weirdly proud of it.”

“I seriously need to come see it sometime!” At Jenny’s suggestion, Harvey’s jaw dropped.

“We could probably work that out. Pictures definitely don’t do it justice, but– no touching. I’m serious.” Harvey frowned and tried to recall any conversation that could have led to this one. His mind already started formulating gentle ways to signal his disinterest when Mike laughed and continued. “I’m barely allowed access as it is.” What did he just say?

Well that was unacceptable. Harvey took a breath, straightened his shirt, and loudly opened the study door, hoping to disabuse Mike of the notion that his access was in any way limited. Mike caught his eye and smiled fondly before making a quick goodbye to Jenny and ending the call.

“Was that Jenny?” Harvey came up behind Mike at the counter, wrapped a hand around Mike’s waist, and grabbed his wine glass with the other.

“Yeah. She’s moving into a bigger place. It's been really stressful dealing with the contractors I guess and she was sort of hoping I could show her your closet since I talked it up so much last ti– Harvey what’s so funny? Don’t spill the wine!” @fluffyfebruary

#marvey #suits usa #fluff prompts #fluffy february

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sullustangin · 1 month

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Fluffy February 2024 Master List

Huzzah! I wrote 29 things for Fluffy February (ok, 28 things plus one very fluffy chapter for my bigger fluffy fan fic).

Highlights: I developed my canon for both Lenn Teraan and Cole Cantarus. I wrote another Akaavi/Mako piece (someone needs to write them an epic Carbonite Years fic). I posted my most explicit work so far (is that a low light?). Dr. Oggurobb has decided to weigh in a lot lately.

I'll post the round up list, and then reblog with the AO3 link.

Snow -- 10 ATC - the smuggler crew lands on Alderaan

Eavesdrop -- 22 ATC -- Someone is spying in the cantina.

Entertain -- 21 ATC -- Theron and Eva do an intel drop at a casino.

Learn -- 10 ATC -- Eva learns how to dance from Lenn Teraan.

Planet -- 29 ATC (chronologically "now" in canon) -- Eva buys a planet. Because.

Fire -- 36 ATC -- Eva, Theron, and the big family on Odessen roast marshmallows.

Recovery -- 24 ATC -- Eva recovers from the Nathema Conspiracy. Risha makes sure of it. CW for untended anorexia.

Smile --over the years -- Theron's teeth may not be real, but his smiles are.

Storm -- 5 ATC -- Eva meets her first magnetic storm.

Care -- 21/22 ATC -- After Theron is injured, Eva makes sure he gets the care he needs.

Quest -- 39 ATC -- Theron and his band of adventurers... need to go to bed.

Discipline -- 40 BTC -- the Grand Admiral headcanon/backstory that's been rattling around.

Splurge -- 25 ATC -- Eva buys Theron a gift that isn't exactly what he wanted.

Free space! I added to Elysium, for a little while.

Craft -- Carbonite Years -- Akaavi knits something for Mako for the first time; in terms of the relationship, that's a big deal.

Spontaneous --- Theron and Eva rope Lana into one of their schemes.

Pleasure -- 22 ATC -- Eva speculates on some of the alternative universes in which she met Theron differently.

Pain -- sometime between 25 ATC and 29 ATC -- Bit of a kinky piece wherein Theron has his old scars replaced by Eva. This is Explicit for sexual activity, biting, bruising, and blood.

Shadow -- the legend of the Voidhound, from a child's perspective.

Partners -- 21 ATC -- A Theron/Eva heist fic, with their radio comms as cover

Reward -- 40 ATC -- Dr. Oggurobb finally retires... or so he thinks, thanks to Bowdaar.

Sacrifice -- 29 ATC (between patches 7.2 and 7.3) -- Theron sacrifices one of the few things to survive from his childhood. Eva is a pregnant person in this fic, so CW for that.

Dance - Eva dances with Jace Malcom. This is a continuation of an eventual post-Nathema fic about a party.

Apology -- 28 ATC (Between Elom and 7.3) -- Theron liberates Arcann from his job at a fast food join in Dromund Kaas by punching him in the face. No, I will not elaborate (I will totally elaborate).

Kiss -- 21 ATC -- Theron thinks about the his views on good morning kisses in the early days after Eva's return.

Rain -- 21 ATC -- Theron finds Eva out in the rain after Koth is worried about her. It's not as bad as it looks.

Protect -- 14 ATC -- Dr. Oggurobb meets the Voidhound on Makeb.

Shy -- 13 ATC -- Cole Cantarus becomes friends with benefits with Eva (she pays at the bar).

Fresh -- anytime after 23 ATC -- C2-N2 tries to start spring cleaning on Virtue's Thief. "Tries" is the operative word here.

Taglist

@fluffyfebruary, @ayresis, @starlightcleric, @ermingarden, @blueburds-but-swtor, @vihola, @commanderlurker, @sarpndo, @the-sith-in-the-sky-with-diamond, @vexa-legacy, @grandninjamasterren

#fluffy february #swtor fan fiction #theron shan #theron shan x smuggler #oc: eva corolastor #dr. oggurobb #arcann #koth vortena #lana beniko #risha drayen #bowdaar #akaavi spar #mako #akaavi spar/mako

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appleandsnow · 3 months

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Eavesdropping

He's not so sure about ethics in this situation.

Sure, you've dated for a while now but is it okay for him to eavesdrop on you cooing to your owl? He knows he'd be embarrassed.

But you haven't kicked him away so he stays. Besides it's not like he can hear your murmuring.

"You talk to your owl?" He asks as you wrap yourself around his arm.

"Sometimes, when he looks lonely"

He tries not to smile but that might just be the cutest thing he's heard.

He smiles and pulls you in for a kiss. Screw the owls surrounding you both.

@fluffyfebruary

#fluffy february #theodore nott #theodore nott fluff #theodore nott x reader #slytherin boys

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fluffyfebruary · 1 year

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Fluffy February Prompts 2023

Welcome to Fluffy February 2023! Back for a third year, we want to spread fluff and good feelings throughout all of February.

This year, we’re reverting to the one-prompt-a-day format from 2021. As in previous years, no one is obliged to write/draw/create every single day -- do as many as you want! The official guidelines are posted here.

Above the cut are the one-word prompts. Below the cut, I’ve included some phrases and suggestions in case the one-word prompt isn’t stirring something creatively. You are totally free to reinterpret the prompt in a different way; the stuff below the cut is just to help someone out of block if needed. Please tag @fluffyfebruary so we can reblog your creations!

Soooo here we go! Happy creating!

1. Hello

2. Soft

3. Anniversary

4. Starlight

5. Amber

6. Stretch

7. Cloak

8. Callous

9. Breezy

10. Thunder

11. Immaculate

12. Shell

13. Pride

14. (Free Space/Do Your Own Prompt)

15. Reward

16. Glow

17. Blessed

18. Glide

19. Loop

20. Sink

21. Tender

22. Remember

23. Crave

24. Bubbly

25. Murmur

26. Joy

27. Blaze

28. Goodbye

Here is the prompt list again, this time with some potential interpretations to try to get your creativity going, if you’re struggling with a prompt. As stated above, you are under no obligation to use ANY of these -- this is just to bust blocks.

1. Hello -- the first meeting, the start of a day, a surprise…

2. Soft – a sound, a voice, a feeling…

3. Anniversary – a day to be remembered, a day to remember, another year…

4. Starlight – in night, in comparison, in color…

5. Amber – a stone, a color, a scent, a name…

6. Stretch – limbs, clothes, boundaries, ability…

7. Cloak -- clothing, to obscure, a device…

8. Callous – an attitude, where something has rubbed, rough...

9. Breezy– an attitude, a voice, the weather, approach...

10. Thunder – weather, noise, a voice, rumble...

11. Immaculate -- divine, perfect, untouched, clean, sinless...

12. Shell – a home, a part, a covering, an ear, to remove from a hard place, what once was...

13. Pride -- a group of lions, a feeling, a sin, a virtue...

14. (Free Space/Do Your Own Prompt)

15. Reward - for a deed done, for achievement, just desserts...

16. Glow – light, skin, a smile, eyes, a warmth...

17. Blessed -- favored, gifted, lucky, a curse, uttered in frustration...

18. Glide -- to soar, to skim, to slide, music, dance ...

19. Loop – a path, a knot, a circuit, a stunt, connection ...

20. Sink -- a verb or a noun or a feeling ...

21. Tender -- a person or an approach, to show care...

22. Remember – recall, memory, to summon back again, to learn, to ignore...

23. Crave -- yearn, desire, pine, for a person, for a food....

24. Bubbly -- from heat, from a reaction, to blow, soapy, a personality, fizzy, champagne...

25. Murmur -- the hum of the crowd, a low voice, something tender, articulate, inarticulate...

26. Joy -- happiness, pure pleasure, a virtue...

27. Blaze -- burn, streak, smoke, to color, to destroy...

28. Goodbye --- the end, until next time, never again, to set free...

#fluffy february #fluffy February prompts #fan art #fan fiction #ocs welcome #original fiction #fluffyfebruary

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dragonninjal0rd · 2 months

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Day 26: Sleeper Car Part 2

The first one was so fun (and funny) for me to make that I couldn't resist making a part 2!

So, here is the continuation of the first sleeper car prompt! This time with Phoenix and Maya!

Closeup under the cut!

#funi funi february #fluffy february #art #artists on tumblr #my art #traditional art #inking #cute #ace attorney #ace attorney fanart #gyakuten saiban #aa #miles edgeworth #mitsurugi reiji #phoenix wright #ryuichi naruhodo #maya fey #mayoi ayasato

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green-fifteen · 2 months

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Day 7: Kiss it Better

Prompt: Recovery Fandom: Teen Wolf Pairing: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Summary: Even a magical dad needs backup sometimes. Word count: 1,793 read on ao3 instead

written for @fluffyfebruary

The McCall house was full of people. They packed in together on the living room rug, leaned against the walls in the hallways, slid around each other in the kitchen to grab this or that. They spilled out of the door to the backyard, where John Stilinski and Chris Argent were not-so -passive aggressively fighting for control of the grilling spatula. Stiles couldn't believe they knew this many people, but he did recognize almost everyone he saw, with a few Argent exceptions.

His favorite (former) Argent was currently scrubbing a horrifically caked-on serving dish, muttering to herself about something he couldn't hear in the all of the party noise. Stiles, his hands and arms full of hot dog and hamburger buns, took pity on her. As Allison held the platter underwater, as if to drown it and be rid of it for good, he focused his gaze. It didn't take long for his magic to find the source of her problem and it scoured the baked-on food in an instant, as if it had never been there. She turned around to face him and almost grabbed him up in a hug before she noticed he was carrying bread. Thank you, you're amazing she mouthed instead.

These days, Stiles' magic was literally the ultimate household problem-solver. It seemed to have changed over the years as he settled and aged and now the things it did best basically amounted to chores. Cooking? Cleaning? Mysterious underwear stains? All he needed was a few seconds of focus and his magic could do it all.

Stiles waved away her thanks and continued outside to the patio, where the grill sat beside a pair of long white tables. There wasn't really any room for all the buns he held, so he just dropped them on top of some of the toppings, trusting the gathering of assorted mythical and/or magical beings to be able to open and use them for themselves. As he stood back, a shape darted out at his legs from beneath the tablecloth. Years of practice had honed his reflexes and he bent down to catch the beast just before it collided with his kneecaps.

"Grargh!" it cried, but its roaring dissolved into laughter as Stiles tucked it under one arm and began walking toward the woods that bordered the house on one side.

"I can't believe these creatures keep getting past my wards," he grumbled, letting out a frustrated huff. "Oh well." He set it down in the grass and nudged it with his foot. "Back to the woods with you, beast."

This time, the little thing jumped to tackle him, and Stiles let himself fall to the ground. "Oh no! Somebody, help!"

"Rarg! Graah!"

"I'm being mauled by a creature of the night!"

He continued wailing and being afraid for several moments, after which he seemed to find a second wind and pinned the little monster.

"I won't let you hurt any more innocent people," he cried, voice desperate and determined. "This is a birthday party!" And he reached down to tickle the creature's belly. It writhed in place, shrieking with laughter until suddenly it stopped. Stiles stopped too, watching its little face.

"Daddy," it said seriously. "I actually need to use the bathroom."

"Oh." Stiles climbed back to his feet and then lifted the little boy into his arms. Dry leaves and bits of grass clippings fell from their hair and clothes as they stood up.

"Do you need any help?" he asked.

"No. I can do it by myself," his son replied and then darted into the house.

"Patrick! No running on the patio," he called after him.

When he turned, his father was standing at his shoulder with a paper plate. "Grub time," he grunted. "Where's your husband? I bought cheddar dogs just for him and they're no good cold."

He shrugged and sighed. "He's supposed to be getting the cake but I think he got held up. He'll be here soon, just keep his food in the grill with the lid closed."

"Like I wasn't gonna do that anyway."

"Yes, yes, thank you, Dad."

At that moment, two things happened at once. Stiles heard glass break and turned his body toward the pool, where everyone seemed to have frozen in shock. Just as they started moving, everyone hurrying out of the water, he heard a second noise, one that kicked up his parental instincts the instant it hit his eardrums. Whirling around, he saw his kid sobbing on the concrete patio just in front of the sliding screen door, knee scraped up and beginning to bleed.

Without hesitation, he strode over to his son and hefted him into his arms. He was almost getting too heavy to be held like this and the screaming crying was happening way too close to his ear, but Stiles held on to him as he walked back over to the pool, trying to comfort him with soft words and rubbing his back.

Melissa McCall was pulling little kids out of the water, reassuring them gently that they'd be able to get back in soon. "You can't see shards of glass in the water," she said, voice gentle but firm. "You might really hurt yourself." As Stiles approached with his son, the kids looked up at him crying in pain and scrambled out as fast as they could.

Melissa met his eyes with a small smile, as if to say, Oh boy, what a mess.

Stiles could get the glass out of the pool. Without calling in a specialist or draining the pool, which would take too long, his magic was the only option if anyone wanted to use it again during the party. He looked at his son, gasping for breath where he was perched on his hip. Maybe he could calm him down and then come back to fix the pool? There was no way he'd be able to focus with him bleeding onto his jeans.

One thing at a time he told himself. He crouched down and pulled the little boy into his lap, rocking and shushing. "Really hurts, huh?" he murmured.

Patrick only wailed, tears and snot dripping down his face. Stiles heard another child start to cry somewhere nearby, likely startled by the glass breaking and only further upset by the sobbing Stiles had brought over the them. He was really starting to think, Those damn wolf powers would be pretty handy right about now and cursing his magic for being selectively useful, when a hand landed on his shoulder.

Derek was crouched on the balls of his feet just next to him, eyes fixed on Patrick's red face. To Stiles, he looked like an angel sent to rescue the both of them. He squeezed Stiles' shoulder lightly and then reached out for the boy.

"Hey, Pat," Derek said, gently. "Look, Pat, Papa's here."

Patrick's eyes flew open and he lunged forward into Derek's arms. Stiles fell back onto his hands and patted his husband's thigh in thanks. He could see black lines tracing their way up Derek's forearms, beginning with the little knee he held in one hand and traveling up under his sleeves. The pained wailing was already dropping off, replaced by Patrick's normal, more familiar fussing. Even that faded into the background as Derek walked them both over to the food table, kissing and soothing the little guy as he went.

Stiles turned back to the pool. It was the work of a few heartbeats to make it safe again-- he stared into the water and imagined he could hear the tinkling of the shards as molecules of water brushed over them. He imagined he saw their jagged edges glinting beneath the brighter gleam of the water's surface. Then-- blink-- suddenly he could see the fragmented pieces and he could hear the barely-there tinkling of water on glass. Focus came easily with something to fix it to and he let his magic free to find the problem. The pieces were gone in seconds.

"Alright!" he shouted. "Open swim!" The splashing started up again immediately and he had to scurry away to avoid being hit. Smiling, he made his way to the grill. His father was holding Patrick while Derek stood at the start of the condiment line with two paper plates, a burger on one and a cheddar-filled hot dog on the other.

Stiles stepped in close to him and kissed his bristly cheek. "You never stop saving my life," he chirped. Then, "Is that for me?"

"Yes." He handed Stiles the plate with the burger. "Sorry I was late, there was an issue at the bakery and then traffic was pretty bad on the way back."

Stiles tsked. "That's what we get for going to the bougie place for a five year old's birthday cake. Grocery store sheet cake next time."

"Agreed."

When they finished filling their plates and returned to their son, he was staring raptly at the sheriff, who was telling a story in big, exaggerated motions.

"And that's why you never peel off your band-aids, son," he was saying as they came within earshot.

When Patrick saw them, he squirmed out of John's hold to the ground and ran up to Stiles.

"Daddy," he said. "Papa made my leg feel better, but it still hurts. You have to kiss it so it heals and I don't get a bacterial infection." Stiles shot a bewildered look at his father, who only smiled serenely.

"Of course," he said, smiling when he looked back at his son, then planted a loud kiss to the skin just below the open wound. "Now it will heal all better in no time. No infections."

Patrick stood up and dashed away before Stiles could even process it, screeching and chasing one of his little playmates.

"Has he eaten yet?" Derek asked him. Stiles stood up cracked his back.

"He can eat later. Or maybe he'll just have cake for dinner. It's his birthday, who cares?"

Derek sighed but smiled and tugged Stiles into a hug. "I cares. You cares. We all cares when the birthday boy doesn't fall asleep tonight. And Daddy and Papa and Patrick all stay up doing jigsaw puzzles until midnight again."

"You love family puzzle time," Stiles counters, poking him in the ribs.

"Is there really nothing else you would rather do tonight?" He pushed his nose into the space behind Stiles' ear. "I haven't seen you all day." He breathed in a huge inhale.

"Quit sniffing me, my dad is standing right there." Stiles smacked him and pulled out of the embrace. "Fine, I'll go track down the beast. Make a plate for him?"

Derek hummed an agreement and Stiles took off after their kid.

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liberacesghost · 1 year

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Day 10 -- Acts of Service

warnings: none

pairing: hotch x reader (nb reader, use of y/n) one of those "not really together but we all know it's gonna happen" things

word count: 396

a/n: just a lil bit of rossi inserting himself into hotch's business and a pining hotch cause we love to see it!!

After placing a fresh cup of tea on your desk, he makes his way up to his office, own steaming cup in his hand. When he enters his office, he notices Dave is already in his.

“Where’s mine?” Rossi asks with a slight smile on his face.

“Hmm?” Aaron’s too preoccupied with the pile of paperwork on his desk to understand what the other man is talking about.

“My drink. I saw you drop off one for y/n.” he continues, a mischievous lilt to his voice.

Hotch looks up at your name and then immediately realizes what he’s just done. Rossi confirms this by giving him a shit eating grin.

“I also noticed you giving them your jacket while out of state last month when they said they were cold. Offering to buy them dinner that one night we all had to stay late a few weeks ago. Oh! And there was -”

“Dave”, Aaron says abruptly. “I got it.”

Rossi just smiles at Aaron, giving him a slight reprieve from his onslaught of observations.

Hotch was more than a little annoyed. He had thought he was being subtle, but apparently not.

He was well aware of his feelings about you, he didn’t need Rossi reminding him of something he couldn’t have.

Dave, apparently deciding Aaron had enough of a break, continues, “So are you just going to hope they catch on or do you plan on telling them?”

With a long-suffering sigh, Aaron looks at the older man, a thousand different responses on his tongue before finally saying, “I can’t. Not yet.”

Dave, in all his wisdom, knows when to stop pushing. So instead he says, “Ok” and begins to walk out of Hotch’s office.

“Just promise you won’t wait too long”. When Aaron nods but won’t meet Rossi’s eye, he continues, “I mean, I can’t promise that the rest of the team won’t find out.”

Aaron’s head snaps up at that, eyes narrowing at the thinly veiled threat, to see Dave placidly smile at him from the doorway.

Hotch sighs, “Sometimes I hate you, Dave.”

“I know.”

And with that he’s out the door leaving Aaron alone with his thoughts. His eyes eventually wander to you down in the bullpen sitting at your desk working.

He would have to do something soon before this got out of hand.

He hates it when Dave’s right.

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homerjacksons · 2 months

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Fluffy February - @fluffyfebruary Day 13: Splurge Word count: 386 Fandom: Ripper Street Pairing: Homer Jackson/Edmund Reid AO3

“You can open your eyes now,” Reid whispered against Jackson’s ear, removing his hands from in front of Jackson's face.

He opened his eyes and laughed, turning to face Reid. “You did this for me?”

Reid nodded, looking half pleased, half embarrassed as his cheeks tinged pink, and Jackson couldn’t help but steal a kiss then and there, smiling against Reid’s lips.

“You’re amazing.”

Reid’s blush deepened at the compliment and he glanced away, wringing his hands. “Well, it’s not as though it was all my doing. I just—“

“Convinced Scotland Yard to fund the most intricate morgue in London?”

“Well,” Reid rubbed the back of his neck, still so adorably torn between flustered and pleased. “Yes.”

“For me?”

“My best surgeon deserves to have the best tools at his disposal.”

“That all I am to you?” Jackson asked, keeping his voice pointedly light and teasing in case Reid thought he was offended. “Just a surgeon?”

“No,” Reid said quickly, drawing Jackson into his arms to press a kiss to his forehead. “No, you are much, much more.”

Jackson hummed happily, leaning back to catch Reid’s eyes. “And you put your own money into this too?”

Reid nodded, eyes darting across Jackson’s face like he was worried of something, though for the life of him, Jackson couldn’t work out what.

“Stop worrying.”

“You truly like it?”

“Reid, it’s the best damn thing anyone’s ever done for me.”

Reid scoffed, as though the very idea was ridiculous, and Jackson reached up to cup Reid’s cheek tenderly.

“I mean it. No one’s ever cared for me the way you do. No one’s ever made the effort to let me know they actually give a damn if I stay or go. No one’s ever gone out of their way to make me happy, make me comfortable. You—“ he broke off, having to clear the lump of emotion rising in his throat before continuing. “You’re one of a kind, Inspector Reid.”

Reid’s lips twitched in a small smile, and in response, he simply kissed Jackson, soft and tender and so full of love that Jackson’s heart felt fit to burst with it.

“I pushed you away for far too long to not make my intentions clear now,” Reid said softly. “No more wasted time.”

“No more wasted time,” he agreed.

#ripper street #edmund reid #homer jackson #jackmund #fanfiction #my writing #fluffy february #this is the shortest one yet I think lol #idk i struggled with this prompt so much i nearly didn't bother

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